Cesc Elias Gàlvez
53 años
1972 - 2025
A més dels anys viscuts, una vida es mesura pel que has estimat i t’han estimat.
El Llibre de Vida és una memòria construïda amb paraules d’amor, amb caliu i emocions. Us convidem a escriure una nota a aquella persona que va marxar, a dir-li tot el que va quedar pendent, o senzillament, allò que ens ve de gust.
Cada sentiment viscut fa més llarga una vida i cada paraula escrita, més intens el seu record.
Dear Cesc, So unfair and brutal that you were torn away from us so suddenly. Our paths first crossed in 2022 at a Nick Cave concert in Paris. Since then, it was always a joy to hear from you or see you again. I will always remember you as a sensitive, authentic man with his heart in the right place. Sending much warmth and comfort to your loved ones these surreal and sorrowful days. Vicky
I knew him through the Vortex. A beautiful, genuine, loving, unique soul. In 2022, I was running with Lavinia for front row in Barcelona, when someone shouted "Vortex!" and waved. That was Cesc. He even crafted a sign. He joined us that night for front row, he joined many projects since, and I saw him for coffee here in Copenhagen last summer. His contributions were always beautiful, poetic, effortless little gems. He didn't understand the praises we sent him for them, to him it came so naturally. He was a giftede photographer and artist, and even though our interactions were few and far between, he made a great impact and a lasting impression. He was one of the best of us. And now he is gone. It is so unfair.
Dear Cesc, So unfair and brutal that you were torn away from us so suddenly. Our paths first crossed in 2022 at a Nick Cave concert in Paris. Since then, it was always a joy to hear from you or see you again. I will always remember you as a sensitive, authentic man with his heart in the right place. Sending much warmth and comfort to your loved ones these surreal and sorrowful days. Vicky
Amigo, Brother, Fellow Bad Seed, i first met you only a good two years ago, at the Faith, Hope and Carnage book presentation in Brussels. Something unwritten made us realize we would be instant best friends. Dearest companions. Old brotherly storylines merging into one. Like it had always been like that. And so it remained. Tuesday morning, Cesc was brutally snatched away from earthly life. The news came in late afternoon. I had sent him a few messages during the day. They were unanswered. And now i realize they'll forever keep that status. He fell away. This is raw and brutal and i'm shattered to pieces. And that's only a fraction of the suffering his dearly beloved girl has to face now. Cesc, you were able to understand my every poetic speaking-in-tongues. You could read my next thought. You were capable of soothing my forwardness. You had the gift to tell me things about myself i wouldn't necessarily particularly like, but i would always make me think and reconsider. Our connection dug into deep harmonies, no wonder we were also so firmly bound by music. Your eye to look at things, Your sense of nuance. Your sensitivity. Your balanced words. Your generosity. Your autenticity. Your social skills. Your warm heart. The stone in the water that could change the current. I take it all with me. You're a Knight of Kindness. The feeling your life ended incompletely, that you had so many storylines inside you waiting to be developed, makes your passing feel oh so unfair. But also, there's profound gratitude for every shared experience, small adventure, conversation. What you brought to me, will be part of my being till the end of my journey.. give me a small sign, dear, from wherever you went to. Our story has been all too brief but ever so much an enrichment for my soul. Love. Carl.
I knew him through the Vortex. A beautiful, genuine, loving, unique soul. In 2022, I was running with Lavinia for front row in Barcelona, when someone shouted "Vortex!" and waved. That was Cesc. He even crafted a sign. He joined us that night for front row, he joined many projects since, and I saw him for coffee here in Copenhagen last summer. His contributions were always beautiful, poetic, effortless little gems. He didn't understand the praises we sent him for them, to him it came so naturally. He was a giftede photographer and artist, and even though our interactions were few and far between, he made a great impact and a lasting impression. He was one of the best of us. And now he is gone. It is so unfair.
Katrine Clausager Rich
05/11/2025